i remember stories in my high school psychology class of people who are either born without or somehow lose their sense of hot and cold, and they hurt themselves often without ever being aware of it. just now standing outside in the dark while animals rustled behind me, alone, unafraid, thinking of what little i have lived through and yet how ( Read more... )

sometimes i read this and ask myself "who is this girl writing?" because i don't, really, and it surprises me when i pop out. i am always an infant looking to the past like it is my very mother, a version of myself who covers her face crudely with weathered hands and seems to disappear in the present moment. and i am so delighted by her re- ( Read more... )

divorced from the source, i wish for the words. where do they go when not in use anyway.

here i am, sequestered in a land of feelings i never learned the names of, doped by everything i take for medicinal purposes. dishes pile up. i'll stop eating before i do them and i ask myself when it got to that point. the answer is always "earlier ( Read more... )

introspection is good ( Read more... )

so much to go on, all explained thoroughly, albeit briefly, by a memory of you with words on the tip of your tongue. "vivid..ahh..vivid..uh.." vivid, this ( Read more... )

dread ( Read more... )

sitting here full of stupid distractions like how long would a day stretch if you could hold it like a ball of clay in your hands. half man and half lobster answers me with huge jowels sputtering "some people are less wasteful than others!" yes, okay. i've been thinking a lot lately about lobsters, after listening to a friend talk about how they ( Read more... )

line in. i'm seriously loving the routine lately. getting up at 7 moved me to gasps-- this is life? i am alive ( Read more... )

if something cuts to the core of you, is it really there, or is it just in the peripherals ( Read more... )